I opened my eyes and looked at the green numerals of the clock glowing on the bedside table, it said nine thirty and the curtains were closed, it was nearly dark outside, I sat up quickly and then wished I hadn't, my head felt like the hangover from hell. BIG MISTAKE! Resting back down on the pillow I reached for the switch on the lamp, I groped around wi...
"Come back to bed baby..." Brent stood at the window looking out over the multicolored displays of the Vegas skyline, fingering the worn string of beads around his neck and wondering what ever happened to the old man who had changed his life forever. It had been nothing; a simple act of generosity -- something that anyone would have done -- but it had trigg...
In the typical manner of all red-blooded American males, the two young men greeted each other with a half hug and a hard clap on the back. "Damn, bro, it's good to see you!" said Deke. "Likewise," said Robert, stepping back. "Looking good, man. How's it going for you up there at the university?" "Pretty fucking sweet," said Deke. "I'm still warming a benc...
He was an old man, frail and unsteady. The few other passengers on the local train, watching as he tottered to a seat, may have felt some concern for him. Sallow faced and feeble he was truly a candidate for public sympathy. Sitting back in his seat, as the carriage doors closed, and the train jerked into motion on its circuitous route, old Harry Dayton, fe...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. *.* Working on hands and knees, laying the four by four inch ceramic tile in the ten by twelve kitchen was hard, back-...
Author's note: The following is a sex story. It is not "Erotica" or sensual, romantic stuff, even though it contains some seduction and slower parts. It is NOT meant to have deep, complicated characters or plots. It is meant to be the kind of story that makes you wet/hard due to its nature and naughty content. Expect stereotypes. Expect unrealistic situation...
In 1962 I married Carol when we were eighteen. We’d both been abandoned as babies and the same couple had adopted us so we grew up as brother and sister although having different birth parents. Carol had a faded photograph of her birth mother also called Carol at eighteen years of age. She’d no idea who her father was and I’d no inkling who my real parents...
Chapter 1: Lacie For Sale Lacie sobbed as the metal door into her small concrete cell opened yet again. For hours, the poor, bound girl had been forced to endure the ogling eyes and exploring hands of dirty, ugly man after smelly, unwashed, lecherous man. The year was two thousand forty five. When the global economy had collapsed in two thousand fourteen, s...
The beautiful young Britney was due to take one of her conquests out clubbing on the Friday night as instructed by her mentor. If you do not understand the previous sentence, I recommend you read chapter one of her story. As a brief memory jogger for those that did read it, I dabble in writing erotic fiction and Britney had seen my stories, she was very frus...
This is the fourth in my ongoing series of Batgirl stories, in which I try to explore the developing sexuality of her everyday counterpart, Barbara Gordon and her relationship with those around her, hopefully with a dash of excitement thrown in, for good measure. Grateful thanks to all those readers who have sent me feedback containing their suggestions and...